Hua Rong's expression didn't change at all as she stepped off the carriage, supporting her pregnant belly.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the way Yang Guifei was looking at her belly... something seemed off.
"By the way," Hua Rong turned to look at Yang Guifei, "You're getting old, Guifei. Don't get angry so easily, or you'll age quickly!"
After saying that, he ignored Yang Guifei's distorted face and entered the inn in front of him, which was not particularly outstanding in appearance.
Once inside, she saw a person drinking tea with their back to her.
Hua Rong paused for a moment, then walked over and sat down opposite the man.
"I never imagined that His Majesty would dare to leave the capital and come to the Ning family's territory."
Hua Rong spoke sarcastically, showing no respect whatsoever to Emperor Zhou.
His Majesty of the Great Zhou, Ziyuan, and the original owner's biological father did not even flinch when they heard Hua Rong's words.
He glanced at Hua Rong as if she were an object, and finally his gaze fell on her stomach: "Is Ning Zixuan's or Ziyuan's?"
Hua Rong shrugged: "I don't know either."
Emperor Zhou's expression changed, and he sneered, "No wonder he was born of a prostitute."
"He is also Your Majesty's child."
Hua Rong rolled her eyes.
If you despise the original owner's birth mother for being a prostitute, why did you sleep with her in the first place?
What's the difference between belittling the women you've slept with and belittling yourself?
This Emperor Zhou seems to be getting quite senile.
At this moment, a palace attendant brought in a bowl of dark medicine.
Suppressing his murderous intent, Emperor Zhou said to Hua Rong, "Drink this bowl of medicine, or die. The choice is yours."
Hua Rong yawned. Whether she was pregnant or not, she was still sleepy.
"I don't want to choose, Your Majesty."
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